They are like a dream when one awakes; on awaking you despise their phantoms.
They will fly away like a dream and not be found; they will be chased away like a vision of the night.
Surely everyone goes about like a shadow. Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; they heap up and do not know who will gather.
Rise up, O Lord, in your anger; lift yourself up against the fury of my enemies; awake, O my God; you have appointed a judgment.
Then the Lord awoke as from sleep, like a warrior shouting because of wine.
You sweep them away; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning;